Month: August 2015

A Work Day in the Life of a Me with a Cold

6:15am: My first alarm goes off. I shut it off and go back to sleep.

6:20am: My second alarm goes off. I shut it off and stare at my phone for the next 3 minutes.

6:28am: I have finally risen from my bed and make my way across the hall to the bathroom.

6:46am: My teeth are brushed, my face is washed, I am wearing plain blue jeans and a beige shirt from Zara and have decided not to do my hair or make up, so I have all of my hair piled into a really crappy bun at the top of my head. I throw my make up bag into my purse just in case. The make up case squishes the poptart and pack of Oreos that are already in there.

7:00am: My first alarm warning its almost time to go goes off. I am not amused.

7:07am: my second alarm letting me know it is time to leave goes off. I am still not amused but this time I am sitting on my couch waiting for it.

7:09am: I leave my house and head to my car to get up the block to the bus stop. I am lazy.

7:16am: The bus gets to the bus stop. I am the third person on the entire bus. I take off my sunglasses, say good morning to the driver and take my seat in the middle of the bus.

7:16 1/2am: I fall asleep.

7:42am: A pregnant lady wakes me up so that she can sit next to me. I apologize for having my bag there, put it on my lap, and fall back to sleep while hugging a baby pack of Kleenex.

8:24am: My bus exits the Lincoln Tunnel, I am woken up by the change in lighting on the bus.

8:36am: I jump off the bus and wrestle my way down 3 blocks to the Starbucks.

8:52am: I am the fourth person in the office. Go Team.

10:32am: I die when I realize its only 10:32am.

10:41am: I take my second dose of Advil Cold & Sinus Liqui-Gels.

11:25am: I get 13 emails from the same person and die a second time.

12:42pm: I have eaten half a pack Goldfish Pretzels. I regret nothing.

1:24pm: Everything anyone says to me bothers me. I am ready to go home.

1:41pm: I must look miserable because someone gave me cookies.

1:50pm: I need real people food. But First, I need to go to the post office.

2:22pm: Just googled “how to make a manchild get organized” from my phone because my boyfriend is an airhead.

2:42pm: Just got in line for a free Chick-Fil-A sandwich. AND got a cow!

2:51pm: Finally got my sandwich and headed back to the office. I’m the happiest person alive.

3:02pm: I take a “knockout” shot from the Juice Shop that is supposed to help with my immune system. I immediate regret it.

3:14pm: I’m given a HUGE project filled with things I’ve never done before and I begin to freak out because its due tomorrow. Pray for me guys.

4:30pm: I still have no idea what I’m doing with this project. This is sucking.

4:45pm: I’ve been on the phone with a woman from Baltimore for 10 minutes now trying to figure out this project. I am still very lost.

 5:09pm: Crammed myself in an elevator going down to the lobby. Ignored the girl behind me who’s headphones were blasting a hysterically inappropriate song. Definitely time to go home.

5:13pm: Bumped into my mom’s best friend’s husband who I never see but saw about 53 hours ago and then again now.

5:20pm: Jumped on a train to go up one stop to my bus stop. Again, I am lazy.

5:22pm: Got to the bus stop. 

5:27pm: A man is standing very close to me while trying out new ring tones on his flip phone. I’m obviously being punished for something. 

5:36pm: Finally got a bus. 

5:54pm: Entered the Lincoln tunnel. This is going to be a very long ride home.

6:11pm: The lady next to me just pulled out a pack of peanut M&Ms and isn’t even sharing. Super rude.

6:41pm: I just realized the bus driver and the lady sitting in the first seat are possibly discussing the bus driver’s son who he doesn’t know and who possibly lives in Korea with the driver’s ex and her new husband. VERY strange conversation happening.

7:02pm: Off the bus. ALIVE.

7:43pm: Just got to eat half a pack of Oreos after dinner and am watching modern family. I am ready for bed.

8:02pm: I killed a giant mosquito. And I’m rewarding myself with an NCIS episode.

8:58pm: a bus blew up on NCIS. 
This is getting awfully tedious. So this was my day, free chicken and all. I hope you didn’t think this was super annoying. Happy Tuesday!

Lipstick Lovin’

I don’t know if I’ve ever made this known on here, but I LOVE lipsticks. Its a fairly new obsession, maybe only a few years in the making, but its an undeniable love that I cannot hide from. With that love comes a whole lot of money. So I try (LOL) not to buy as many lipsticks as a really want to; especially since I barely ever wear it to work and my laziness keeps me from doing too much on the weekends.

That being said, it should come as no surprise to you when I say that I tend to buy lipsticks after bad or annoying days at work or in life.

Last week was not great. Tuesday, Wednesday and most of Thursday were spent in a pretty unhappy place mentally. Therefore, by Thursday I had spent about $75 in lip products. (This means that if this week isn’t better and doesn’t get its shit together I’m going to be broke by the end of it.)

But it is with a heavy heart last night, that I tore through my weekender bag looking for my new lipstick that is quickly becoming one of my favs.

THIS MORNING however, after getting to work, I decided to check my work bag (for shits and giggles.) And guess where the lipstick was! That’s correct, in my bag. So I celebrated by buying a matching lip liner. I’m obviously a happy camper.

So, while I cry about my new lipstick, check out Bite– it’s the perfect lipstick brand.

For your reference:

Here is the lipstick I bought last week, almost lost, and found this morning.

rosewoodAnd here is the lip liner I bought today:

roseBoth are very important and should be tried immediately.

Happy Lipstick Hunting!

Summer Sunday Nights

Every Sunday night during the summer everyone else sits in traffic going home from the Jersey Shore through Staten Island.

I would like to take this time to thank my maternal grandparents for buying a summer home in Breezy Point and leading my family there instead of New Jersey because now I come the opposite way of traffic when I want to go to and from the beach. 

But I digress.

This weekend was truly lovely.

Friday night my company held a “Beer Friday” for an agency we work with. I was given the opportunity to plan it. The company chose a bar not far from our office called the Keg Room, which I would highly suggest to anyone looking for a cool, low key pub in midtown. The food was awesome and the service was impeccable. Nick came with me, and after drinking an unnecessary number of vodka & gingerales, I finally got to treat Nick to his birthday dinner (a few weeks late) across the street at Keens steakhouse, where we ate an impressive amount of steak.

  This is my work mom Evelyn. She takes care of me when I wanna move to the mountains and never talk to humans again

   This was Nick’s steak. We do not mess around when it comes to food.

After dinner (while suffering from the meat sweats) Nick and I took the train to Breezy. 

Saturday started with everyone eating too much breakfast and then sprawling out on the beach. Dinner was a giant bowl of linguini and seafood at Kennedy’s, which almost made me cry tears of joy. See picture below for reference.

Sunday was also spent on the beach, but then it rained. Still, a day on the beach is a day on the beach. 

 Serious thank you (from a serious face) for my family not wanting to spend their summers in New Jersey.

Happy Sunday everyone.

PS – I started the second book in a trilogy called Angelology by Danielle Trussoni because I liked the first even though it got bad reviews by almost everyone. Any books that deals heavily in history will catch my interest apparently. Cheers to a new book amici!


Maybe I’ll never be the best at something and maybe I’ll never live in the pent house apartment overlooking Central Park, but I would much rather go through life as an average person while noticing the beauty in small things than have the kind of crazy ambition that gives people tunnel vision. 

I’m not saying I wouldn’t love to be a huge success and have my own private jet but I don’t want to sacrifice love or relationships to get there. And maybe that means I’m not driven enough for some people. I’m ok with that. But there is just too much to perfection in small things to go through life worried about my next paycheck. 

Have you ever stood in a dusty room and watched the little dust particles circulate through the sunlight coming in through a small section of a window? Have you ever watched the clouds pass and actually appreciated they’re size and shape? That’s how I want to live my life. I want to appreciate small things and big things. I want to watch grass grow, even if some people find that boring. I want sit on the beach and watch the tide roll in and then go play in the water with people I love. I want to be eternally happy, even if I’m not in a Chanel bathing suit. 

Happiness is important. My goal in life is to achieve happiness.

Happiness is both the journey and the destination, and everyone deserves to get there.

  So here are a few pictures to show what my happiness looks like, not in any order and a little messy, just like my life I think:



I like the word NicheĀ 

I feel like, for the last few years of my life, my goal has been to find my style, my comfort level, my niche; essentially I’ve been looking for myself, to find out who I am and who I will grow up to be. But if I had to choose, I’d want to embody equal amounts grace and edge. 

I’ve always dreamed of exuding the kind of elegance and sophistication that women like Julie Andrews and Kelly Bishop’s character, Emily Gilmore, on Gilmore Girls, tend to carry themselves with. Even if I don’t have a Chanel two piece suit to sport, I feel like the pure confidence they radiate comes from within. 

While I’m too clumsy to be the queen of Genovia, and I’m not a huge fan of the classic Chanel Flap Bag, I feel like my personality might be able to pull off a elegant edge. I’m thinking a classical style with a little bit of leather. A pure black brogue shoe with a spike here and there. Kind of like a crisp white button down with black jeans and a leather jacket, or a black and white shirt with a black velvet choker necklace and long chained cameo. I feel most confident when I’m a mix of classic and modern, I think. So that’s how I tend to dress. 

I just remembered that I have a Polyvore. Polyvore is a really cool website that collects clothes/accessories/home products etc into one website. You can also create “sets” which are collections of pictures. Here are a few sets I’ve made over the last year or two, I feel like they define what I like.   

So, as I get older and I grow into myself and my style, I don’t think I’m going to change very much. I feel like, at 23 and 3/4 years old, this is what it’s going to be, and I’m ok with that. But I’m still going to try and walk through a room full of people and not trip. Here’s my reference.